I sat thoughtful on a stone,
felt me sad and all alone,
propped my elbows on my knees
and my hands cupped chin and cheeks.
I pondered on the way of life,
for that, I found not an advice.
Thank God!, for slavery has gone,
but money rules the world alone
and financial dependence
turns someone else into servants.
Some people dream to go
from rags to riches, though
none of them keeps in view,
that, if his selfish dream comes true,
by the fulfilment of this wish
someone becomes impoverished.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/26/2018.
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